Faithful to uncertain clarity

Visionary

Laptop placed in his lap. He sat there in a comfortable position. Silence reined the small room. It seemed to be the perfect time to complete the pending tasks.

Thick curtains covered the windows and he wasn’t sure what time of day or night it was. There was no wall clock in his room. Probably it was his idea of stopping the time.

Sometimes we feel satisfaction in ignoring the certainty. Looking astray reality gives us a pleasure that we can control what we have to feel.

He opened a file and his fingers started to dance on the keypad as he started filling the data in appropriate columns while counter-checking them for any human error. This work needed keen attention though his mind started to linger on various things.

As he typed an amount in 6th column of the 15th row he found himself thinking about Angi. His mind highlighted that Angi’s whole attitude has gone a subtle change after knowing that he is not interested in going to spend holidays with her.

Do you have Highlighters in your mind? You should give a try. I’ll suggest a Yellow, Pink and a Green. They give color to your thoughts and prioritize them for later use. Isn’t it good to arrange the scattered? It’s more or less the same as tidying up your room. As some of us don’t care when it gets messy but once it’s cleaned, we appreciate the order.

He searched for his phone around his pillow. There were 6 miss bells and 3 unread messages. He opened a message; it was probably some Balzac’s Quotation. He smiled.

People pass on such Quotations hoping that some one else may find them useful. No one acts upon them. That’s the fate of wisdom.

A person may not be wise in every situation. Hero’s can fault. Balzac’s married life could be a disaster. He might have been convicted for not paying back debts. Everyone needs his own wisdom. Everyone has his own life.

He felt his throat dry. “Thoughts dry me up”; he thought while drinking water, looking at the air bubbles going back upward in the bottle as the water filled his mouth. After quenching his thirst he replied to the messages from his phone and resumed his work.

Data, columns and rows; now that was all going through his mind and nothing else. It took him an hour to finish. He leaned back on the couch; happy with a sense of accomplishment. He got his wisdom for the day. “We need to build those palaces with our hands where we like to dwell in thoughts”